villagers. It turned out that the only passengers from Katoomba on were a New Zealander and myself, he being a person who afterwards blew the driver and me to afternoon tea at The Half Way House, and thereby endeared himself to me for ever. We proceeded over the mountains and past a country of superb panoramas reaching out for sixty miles or so in every direction. The flora was unusually brown and dry in respect for the drought, but it would be fascinating to see under any conditions. We stopped at the Bridal Veil Falls, Mount York, and leaving Half Way House after tea coasted over the divide (4000 odd feet) into the court of the Jenolan Caves House. Here I found the utterloneliness I was hunting for. The people (very few) who are here are simple folk, prosy and interesting in their chatter of local problems and troubles. Went to bed at nine thirty o'clock after reading a Burns, Philp catalogue and starting Conrad's Almayer's Folly. Friday, August 26th. (Jenolan Caves). Woke up to find the morning temperature about one degree above the freezing point. After tucking in some work in the forenoon I climbed up the further hill overlook- ing the caves and enjoyed the view. It is beautiful country in the Jenolan region. The mountains are cover- ed with gum, fir, and pine trees and although it is now the Australian winter most of the flora is partially green. I noticed a great number of rock wallabys, rabbits, magpies, and laughing jackasses from the side of the road. It is in the territory of a government